An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
I would bear the cold if you let your last leaf fall to know the real you
By Daniel Kabout a year ago in Poets
you were the season that taught me how to let go but I never learned
With my hand, I’d trace your every branch, bare as bone, I will never leave you
a cool eve descends a symphony of colors waltz, as dusk settles in.
By Imola Tóthabout a year ago in Poets
Creeping you come slithering across the lapping shore, a silent tide promising the unknown. - A shivering wall what lies within,
By Alexander Stoddartabout a year ago in Poets
haikus everywhere flying with the autumn wind born from decaying leaves
We flush essentials down the drain, Only half-truths get repurposed. Where does the waste go When it can no longer be shoved,
By Pōlani Monderen about a year ago in Poets
Be careful with guardians of the heart For they will keep you apart Vexation of supposed protection A misdirection of feelings
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
red riots rebel ____Sunshine's sweet symphonies swell change🍁 convert🍁 compel 🍂 🍁 🍁 _____________Bolt⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
flash crimson and gold autumn's undoing begins careful work for trees
By Sara Littleabout a year ago in Poets
